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deserted

Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?

Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by

Artillery man:
It's bows and arrows

smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun

my masterpiece

Woah, woah, inspired by the flow
Jump into this river, of endless fucking flow
Drown and drown (drown and drown), until I find my

the wifey I'll be home soon ready dinner
Sprinting through the airport running like a river
Alexander defender of man truth giver
Blame the messenger

all been polluted
By the dogs and the birds that have fed on the corpse of your nephew

Old woman you waste your insults on me
The flesh of a traitor

Hard Margin

The Creators

Blue Jams, Vol. 3

2001

with mine, you'll have no winnings
Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin
They better move slow like old women
We want the whole cake, whole

Found a stone on Thirty-second street in a field all overgrown
Said “Here lies old poor Regina. Died tonight.”
By my house that’s laden marble with

Forty round forty shots
Shoot and make forty drop
The old heads on the corner like
SHORTY STOP!!!
Nigga opportunity hardly knock
So, I work a nine to five

this old black man
He taught me about the blues in life he laid down the facts man
I'd go to the ghetto and I witnessed poor first hand
Too bad them rich

by tha river
Uneducated and lost with no skrilla
Life as an old fella
Keep my head up and my eyes peeled
I can't stand tall 
These walls help

You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile

love must die and you should never look back

By the broken bones of the old river bed I found her in his arms
I knew that I had lost her then a falling

You're the Top

Dorsey Brothers Orchestra

Jazz in the Charts 19/100: 1934-1935

the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're

your lovin been waitin on it all day
Now I hope you don't mind my dirty white kicks babe
Well I made it to the old barn down by the river where I keep

Oom well, heh!
To the rocky bend
Medi-mer river heavy
Bushka bobbing number heated protein in her acid
Could be the brain died not, and I levnish

the store runner, that's why you lash out?
Money hungry nigga, I got a disorder
Mexican plug told him to meet me up by the border
Aye, I gotta kill this plug,

change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C

you selling fit
They lies old, fairytale
But I'm an open book
The truth be on these pages grab yo glasses for a better look
Give me a sign, it be like

her down
Betrayed by her love

Holly; oh my Jolly
You good old fashioned hoe
Taken from us too early, the end you'll never know
But the few left

Danni Parcel grew up with me
In the trailer park West of Pinewood Springs
Where the dock had sunk to the bottom of the river bed
We shared highs

mess with him back in the day
But I seen him around now and he got a bit stocky
Since he stopped playing Junior B Hockey
I saw his old man at the LCBO

the lucky golden ticket
Finder number five
Found some money in the street
And just wouldn't u know
You got an old man dancing
He's your Grandpa Joe
You got

In a little town where the river bends,
The dance hall waits as the day descends,
Boots shuffle in the old wood floor,
Hearts collide and yearn for

old man hunted himself
Rifle, close range
Tucked the barrel under his chin like a napkin
Foolproof - any dummy could do it
Not him though
Bed Five